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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Dear Self

You're sweaty and exhausted. You can't raise your arms above your head and since the shower at the gym was out, you didn't get a shower but guess what....

You held your own at the gym. Robert may have pushed you through the paces and added a lot of hard stuff today but you hung in there and walked out with your head held high.

We rock.

And we're taking a nap now, so you'll feel up to swimming later.

Love,
Brain